The Dawn
The freshness of the Sun, fog, mist and dew made up the morning for every person, except for Mr. Raman. He took his bicycle to begin his restless day before half the world opened their eyes. His bookstall was just 6 mins away. A rusty shutter with a thundering sound gave way to this 49 year old man’s worldly treasures. He lived in its attic once and decided to move to a better home eventually; as the older books started to pile up, it smelt of dust and with intractable moth infestation it was no longer habitable. Looking around he took in 4 bundles dropped at the veranda., untied each of it and segregated the morning dailies into 6 different sets to be distributed around the village. A morning chore that he has been doing for the past 15 years. He went over to his makeshift kitchen to make tea for himself and Damodar the helper boy, who would be in by half past 6. As the tea warmed his throat and the essence of ginger relaxed his nerves he thought about her. Ahalya. (to be contin...